The Fork in the Road
THE MONSTERS TOWERED over the city, and when Jan and George had seen the first one devour an entire bus full of people, they thought it best to get out of there. The beasts were usually invisible, but they had seen a pair mating behind a building. George nearly threw up. Weak stomach. It was the female—they think—that chased them into the woods, lashing her nine tentacles. Perhaps mating made them angry.
They now stood at the fork in the road, half a mile into the woods. Light filtered in through the thick evergreens dappling the path with white spots of sunshine, though the moment warranted overcast skies, maybe an occasional crack of lightning.
Their breath came in quick bursts. George looked at Jan. A laugh laced with hysteria burst from his lips. She smiled weak
